The rain feels like the tears of the world today
and it is wobbly and foggy,
like me stumbling into the daylight
still blurry and choked up over Birth of a Nation.
The rain reminds me of people in Haiti
and they are ruined and soggy.
They are stumbling into the morning
traumatized again and asking “What happens next?”
Puddles fill up
with marital woes,
and broken systems.
Yet I am so at peace in my comfy chair
listening to the rain, feeling the pain
and trusting You, thanking You.
The rain whispers of oceans filled with favor
and it is unfathomable to me.
I keep stumbling into it like a grandson
wobbling around on the walk, arms raised, ready to swing.
And I am so at peace in your loving grasp,
flying in the rain, splattered with pain
and trusting you, laughing out loud.